Mera bhee ek kuaa hota..

True Love

                  It is sharing and caring, 
                  giving and forgiving, 
                  loving and being loved, 
                  walking hand in hand, 
                  talking heart to heart, 
                  seeing through each 
                  others eyes. 
                  laughing together, 
                  weeping together, 
                  praying together, 
                  always trusting and believing 
                  thanking God for each other, 
                  for love that is shared 
                  is a beautiful thing, 
                  it enriches the soul 
                  and makes the heart sing.

I love you son......

This is what a father

would say to his son...

....if,only,he could

remember those times.

Dear Son,

The day that u see me old & I m

already not,have patience and try to

understand me...

if i get dirty when eating...

if I can't dress..have patience.

Remember the hours

I spent teaching it to u.

If when I speak to u, i repeat the

same things thousand & one times..

do not interrupt me...Listen to me.

When u were small,I had to

read to u thousand & one times the

same story until u slept..

When i don't want to have a

shower,neither shame me

nor scold me...

Remember when i had to chase

you with thousand excuses i

invented,in order that you

wanted to bath..

when u see my ignorance on

new technologies...give me the

necessary time & not look at me

with u r mocking smile...

i taught u how to do so many

things..to eat good,to dress well..

to confront life...

When at some moment i lose the

memory or the thread of our

conversation..let me have the

necessary time to remember..&

if i can't do it, don't become

nervous...as the most important

thing is not my conversation but

surely to be with u & to have u

listening to me.....

If ever i don't want to eat,

don't force me.I know well when

i need to & when not...

When my tired legs do not

allow Me walk...

..give me u r hand...

the same way i did when u

gave your first steps.

And when someday i say to u that

i don't want to live any more..that

i want to die...do not get angry...

some day u will understand...

try to understand that my age

is not lived but survived.

You must not feel sad,angry or

impatient for seeing me near you.

You must be next to me,try to

understand me & to help me as

i did it when you started living.

Help me to walk..help me to

end my way love & patience.

I will pay u by a smile &

by the immense love i have had

always for you.

i love you son

Your Father

Mysterious Man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.

It is the source of all true art and all science.

He to whom this emotion is a stranger,

who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe,

is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

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The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. He who know it not and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out can.